Tris awoke to a severe headache and sunlight in her eyes. She rolled over
on to her stomach and sat up. She turned her head to survey her
surroundings. She was in the back of an extremely dirty wagon, which was
covered with layers of filth. The wagon had been coated with hay in a
section, which was where she now sat. Around her were roughly cut wooden
bars.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" she exclaimed. She twisted around to peer through the bars. Outside was a small tavern with a few people walking around. She rubbed her temple to ease the ache and then stood up. Grasping one of the bars, she called out. The girl yelped when a spark flew from the bar to land on her hand.
Sticking her scorched thumb into her mouth, she sat back down. Now what am I supposed to do? she thought.
Abruptly the wagon started moving and she was knocked on to her back. As she regained her composure, she noticed a small package in the opposite corner of the wagon. She crawled over to it on her hands and knees and picked it up cautiously. Untying the leather thongs holding the package together, she unwrapped it. Inside was a beautiful gown of silk, satin, and lace. Tris peered at it with narrowed eyes. She ran her hands over its bulk and picked it up.
Tris gasped as the dress unraveled. It was simply gorgeous. It had silky purple sleeves and a lovely sky blue body. It was lined with (could it be?) real gold! On it there was embroidered a magnificent image of rolling waves.
Suddenly Tris frowned. But… it will never fit me, she thought. It's much too small. It would be for someone petite, like Sandry. She frowned again at the thought of her friend. Why were they not here with her? Where was she and why was she here? Where did this dress come from? Thoughts ran through her head and disappeared before she could give them a second glance. She placed her mind back on the dress once more and sighed. Oh well, back to the reality of this wonderful dress and my less than wonderful, less than thin body. She looked down at the wrapping again and noticed a few more items within.
The girl sat down indian style and brought the package, along with the dress, to rest on her lap. She looked down and picked up a small wooden brush. It was also very beautiful. The handle was made of mahogany, the bristles of luscious and strong horsehair. Printed on the back was the same rolling wave that was embroidered on her gown. She grinned and ran it through her thick coppery curls that were in horrible disarray. Glancing down once more, she noticed a small piece of paper. Picking it up, she opened it and scanned the contents. She could have screamed…
"Well how do we know that for sure? She could be anywhere and we wouldn't know because we don't have our mindlink! How are we supposed to calm down when we don't know if she is okay or not?" Sandry yelled, getting up from the table. She ran up the stairs and climbed the ladder to the roof. Two others soon joined her.
"I know how you feel, really I do. Its driving me crazy, not having my magic, not being able to help, to not know where she is! I don't know what happened," said a large, dark-skinned girl as she sat next to the weeping Sandry. She placed an arm around the smaller girl comfortingly.
"I know Daja, me either. I just wish I had some clue of what is going on. Of what happened. Why those filthy thieving, good for nothing."
"Sandry!" Daja exclaimed.
Sandry blushed a deep crimson. "Sorry," she replied. "I just want to know why they took Tris. Why would they want to take her? She's only a girl, after all. I mean, why wouldn't they have taken Lark or Rosethorn? I just don't understand. And I hate that. Oh it's all my fault! I just left her there on the wall, all unguarded!" she cried. The sobs came again and she slumped down, head buried in her hands. She looked up as a hand was placed on the top of her head.
"Hey now, dry those tears. We'll find our ol' Coppercurls and have her back before you know it! We'll get those ugly gits who took her," the young man standing in front of Sandry said. He brushed a hand through his dark wavy hair. He was dressed plainly in a large white tunic and breeches that went well with his dark olive skin.
Patting the girl on the head, Briar sat down next to her and Daja. Sandry gave him a weak smile. Daja stood up and patted Sandry's hand consolingly. "I have to go help Frostpine repair some things that were damaged in the raid," she said. She turned and climbed back down the ladder with Briar and Sandry watching her. Sandry turned her attention towards the sky. She watched the clouds form and then dissipate and drift away. She sighed. Briar watched her with his head cocked sideways. She turned her head and met his eyes.
"What?" she asked, blushing.
"Nothin' kid. I was just watchin' you is all," he replied. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his chest gratefully. She pushed back the momentary thought of how nice Briar was being. Though why shouldn't he, after all we've been through together? She chided herself. She smiled up at him as he wiped her tear stained cheeks.
They had been through a lot together, it was true. From battling with diseases, raiders and enemies, to coming together in their friendship. They had all grown stronger together. Now, at the age of 16, the girl and her friends were as close as could be. "What do you think they want with her Briar?" she asked.
"I don't really know Sandry. But we'll get her back, don't you worry," he said. She looked up into his eyes as he brushed a stray curl off her forehead. She was surprised to find something in his eyes that had never been there before, though she knew not what it was. She removed the stricken look off her face and snuggled back into his chest once more. He rubbed her head and ran his fingers through her hair as he looked out over Winding Circle.
Well what do you guys think so far? I meant for the first chapter to be a lot longer but I forgot to write more when I uploaded it. (I really didn't know what I was doing anyway.) Hope you guys like it. Please R/R!
"Where the bloody hell am I?" she exclaimed. She twisted around to peer through the bars. Outside was a small tavern with a few people walking around. She rubbed her temple to ease the ache and then stood up. Grasping one of the bars, she called out. The girl yelped when a spark flew from the bar to land on her hand.
Sticking her scorched thumb into her mouth, she sat back down. Now what am I supposed to do? she thought.
Abruptly the wagon started moving and she was knocked on to her back. As she regained her composure, she noticed a small package in the opposite corner of the wagon. She crawled over to it on her hands and knees and picked it up cautiously. Untying the leather thongs holding the package together, she unwrapped it. Inside was a beautiful gown of silk, satin, and lace. Tris peered at it with narrowed eyes. She ran her hands over its bulk and picked it up.
Tris gasped as the dress unraveled. It was simply gorgeous. It had silky purple sleeves and a lovely sky blue body. It was lined with (could it be?) real gold! On it there was embroidered a magnificent image of rolling waves.
Suddenly Tris frowned. But… it will never fit me, she thought. It's much too small. It would be for someone petite, like Sandry. She frowned again at the thought of her friend. Why were they not here with her? Where was she and why was she here? Where did this dress come from? Thoughts ran through her head and disappeared before she could give them a second glance. She placed her mind back on the dress once more and sighed. Oh well, back to the reality of this wonderful dress and my less than wonderful, less than thin body. She looked down at the wrapping again and noticed a few more items within.
The girl sat down indian style and brought the package, along with the dress, to rest on her lap. She looked down and picked up a small wooden brush. It was also very beautiful. The handle was made of mahogany, the bristles of luscious and strong horsehair. Printed on the back was the same rolling wave that was embroidered on her gown. She grinned and ran it through her thick coppery curls that were in horrible disarray. Glancing down once more, she noticed a small piece of paper. Picking it up, she opened it and scanned the contents. She could have screamed…
"Well how do we know that for sure? She could be anywhere and we wouldn't know because we don't have our mindlink! How are we supposed to calm down when we don't know if she is okay or not?" Sandry yelled, getting up from the table. She ran up the stairs and climbed the ladder to the roof. Two others soon joined her.
"I know how you feel, really I do. Its driving me crazy, not having my magic, not being able to help, to not know where she is! I don't know what happened," said a large, dark-skinned girl as she sat next to the weeping Sandry. She placed an arm around the smaller girl comfortingly.
"I know Daja, me either. I just wish I had some clue of what is going on. Of what happened. Why those filthy thieving, good for nothing."
"Sandry!" Daja exclaimed.
Sandry blushed a deep crimson. "Sorry," she replied. "I just want to know why they took Tris. Why would they want to take her? She's only a girl, after all. I mean, why wouldn't they have taken Lark or Rosethorn? I just don't understand. And I hate that. Oh it's all my fault! I just left her there on the wall, all unguarded!" she cried. The sobs came again and she slumped down, head buried in her hands. She looked up as a hand was placed on the top of her head.
"Hey now, dry those tears. We'll find our ol' Coppercurls and have her back before you know it! We'll get those ugly gits who took her," the young man standing in front of Sandry said. He brushed a hand through his dark wavy hair. He was dressed plainly in a large white tunic and breeches that went well with his dark olive skin.
Patting the girl on the head, Briar sat down next to her and Daja. Sandry gave him a weak smile. Daja stood up and patted Sandry's hand consolingly. "I have to go help Frostpine repair some things that were damaged in the raid," she said. She turned and climbed back down the ladder with Briar and Sandry watching her. Sandry turned her attention towards the sky. She watched the clouds form and then dissipate and drift away. She sighed. Briar watched her with his head cocked sideways. She turned her head and met his eyes.
"What?" she asked, blushing.
"Nothin' kid. I was just watchin' you is all," he replied. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his chest gratefully. She pushed back the momentary thought of how nice Briar was being. Though why shouldn't he, after all we've been through together? She chided herself. She smiled up at him as he wiped her tear stained cheeks.
They had been through a lot together, it was true. From battling with diseases, raiders and enemies, to coming together in their friendship. They had all grown stronger together. Now, at the age of 16, the girl and her friends were as close as could be. "What do you think they want with her Briar?" she asked.
"I don't really know Sandry. But we'll get her back, don't you worry," he said. She looked up into his eyes as he brushed a stray curl off her forehead. She was surprised to find something in his eyes that had never been there before, though she knew not what it was. She removed the stricken look off her face and snuggled back into his chest once more. He rubbed her head and ran his fingers through her hair as he looked out over Winding Circle.
Well what do you guys think so far? I meant for the first chapter to be a lot longer but I forgot to write more when I uploaded it. (I really didn't know what I was doing anyway.) Hope you guys like it. Please R/R!